I’m not scared for who wins. I’m scared of what comes after.
I’m scared of the anarchy and violence that’s going to come - the social media firestorm that’s going to surge the internet - and go even beyond that.
I’m scared for my friends. I have three friends that are asexual. A friend that’s transgender. Another that is homosexual. A close friend that considers themselves gender neutral. Another that likes to dress like a girl one day, a boy the next. A friend of mine that wears a hijab to school. Another that doesn’t stand to pledge for the flag. My parents who are veterans and deserve more than they get.
I’m in a polyamorous relationship with two beautiful people I love very dearly. I’m an atheist. I believe in the second amendment and pro-choice.
I’m afraid for the people I love.
But no matter what happens I will stand by who I am, and who they are.
No matter what happens, I won’t back down.
And I will fight for my right to make this nation safe for anyone and everyone, no matter what.
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Sharp phalanges embedded themselves into your hips, trails of blood marking their course from upon your sides.
You didn’t mean –
Boney hips grinding into your own, firm jutting arches that rub against your behind, a deep growl of warning tearing through the air.
This isn’t –
Sharp teeth you’d thought dull dig into your shoulder, tearing through skin and stopping short of truly hurting you beyond repair.
He was so angry.
Your hands were thrown above you, coiled in seafoam green magic, racing in sparks, snapping harsh energy against your skin.
“ m i n e . ”
You can feel the harsh, demanding press of his cock against your clothed backside, his greedy hands under the already torn fabric. You’re face down on the mattress, pinned by his weight and magic as he teaches you a lesson he’s certain you won’t soon forget.
“s-s-sa-” You attempt to choke his name out in a broken sob, only for one of the hands on your hips to reach up and claw down the length of your back, the teeth in your shoulder unlatching enough to work the bloody wound with a rough, sparking tongue. You throw your head back and scream, feeling him laugh breathlessly between snarls.
“ s h u t i t . ”
The safeword was on the tip of your tongue, but he distracted you by using the very same hand that'd just bloodied your back to pull your ruined jeans all the way down to expose you. With a rumbling growl that sent the hairs upon your neck standing, you cowered with a soft whine and felt two eager, bloodied phalanges sink into your soaking folds.
“ w e t . ”
His face pressed against your own, carved smile worrying suddenly jagged teeth on your earlobe. His bones shuddered with primal strength and magic, a rumbling growl vibrating deep within his sternum and ribs.
“ c u n t . ”
You knew Sans could be jealous – but this, this, was something different.
“ w h o s e ? ”
Wasting no time the two phalanges pressed inside of you, right to the knuckle. You whined, wet enough to warrant such rough treatment, but still nowhere near prepared.
You knew what he wanted.
His cock twitched against your backside as he worked on curling his fingers within you, sloppy and rough, all about taking what he wanted. He snarled into your ear, no longer a monster but a beast, ready to fuck you like a bitch in heat.
“ W H O S E ? ”
Another finger inside, the hand still on your hip reach up and disentangling itself from your torn shirt to grip the back of your neck, pushing you ever further into the mattress. His clawed fingers dug into the delicate skin found there, magic sparking against you in angry waves of static.
“Y-yours! Yours yours yours yours yours yo – ”
Without warning, he hilted deep within you, cock hard and firm as he stretched you with a single, merciless thrust.
He didn’t stop.
You screamed as he set a brutal, punishing pace, relentlessly fucking you like an animal –
One hand on your neck, the other now on your hip once more, he snapped at you with lumbering snarls and feral, rasping breaths. His hips continued to pump steadily against your own, hard bones bruising the unblemished flesh found there.
You could feel him press deep against your cervix with every thrust, your cunt growing tight with fluttering motions of your needy, traitorous body –
Eventually, he nearly roars, once again digging serrated teeth into the flesh of your back, and you break.
You come with a wailing, shuddering cry of his name as he continues to pound into you through your orgasm, cock twitching, almost expanding –
You cry openly now, screaming, begging as he continues to fuck you. His teeth are still embedded in your flesh, the blood on the sheets a vivid carmine of his jealousy.
“ mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mINE – ”
It’s isn’t long then until he comes, canting his hips sloppily into your own, with you following close behind. He’s a mess, voice breaking and weight falling on you as the magic keeping you pinned evaporates. He lands on you with a grunt, and you whine in protest – miffed not only by his inconsiderate behavior but with how… different that was.
Normally Sans was a considerate, passionate lover – but…
“…Sans?” Your voice is weak, a broken whisper directed at the monster lying on top of you almost as still as an actual corpse.
“… what?” He sounds calmer, exhausted.
“You… okay?” You’re in pain, bleeding and broken beneath him... but... you’re more concerned about him.
“just fine, sweetheart. in fact -” There’s a split second where his magic comes back to life, rewrapping itself around you and pressing you deep into the mattress once more. You’re flipped onto your back, crying out at the feel of open wounds against ruined sheets. Above you, your lover straddles you, a haunting figure with a firestorm of magic bathing him in the darkness. “this’ just perfect.”
I feel like mafiatale sans is the kind of lover to want not only complete control in bed, but in your life, too. he’s the kind of guy who wants to be your dominant in the aspect that he makes you wear a collar, call him master, ect. whenever you’re together, as long as it’s not public or indecent.
But at the same time, he’s also the same guy who is constantly on you for taking care of yourself, making sure you know that he’s nothing without you. That you should take just as much pride in being his and him needing you as he does being the one allowed to do these things to you. You aren’t together in a traditional sense, but your lives revolve around one another, and it seems as if there couldn’t possibly be anything better.
It’s a relationship built on nothing but trust, be it him fucking you senseless, or you covering him in a shoot-out.
Counting Off The Days - chapter 1/30;;
Day and Night
ao3 link - story is tagged as “cotd” - for kinktober
Mafiatale, Phone Sex
snas
2:17 AM: oh yeah?
What had you done to get yourself in this mess? It’s not your fault that exactly three months ago an earthquake decided to leave you trapped on the eleventh story of a finance building – that you had quickly learned wasn’t the job you thought it was – and therefor trapped with a certain skeleton.
xxxxx
2:17 AM: yaeh
And he just had to play the hero, using his magic – which was illegal – to get everyone out even though the building was perfectly stable. It’d been such a kind but risky gesture, and if he hadn’t been the skeleton he was with the help of so many tight lips, he wouldn’t have gotten away with such a light warning. You hadn’t known then, and he had slipped you his number after the whole fiasco and continued to threaten/embarrass/arouse you at dinner the next night, in a place called New Grillbys – a rather popular speakeasy.
And now…
snas
2:18 AM: and what’re you thinking about, hm?
2:18 AM: me?
2:18 AM: my fingers?
2:18 AM: my cock?
One hand reaches beneath the elastic of your underwear, two fingers pumping into your cunt with ease, the other holding the brightly illuminated screen of your phone close. You aren’t even sure how it got to this point – in both the sense of tonight turning into this, and your relationship with the well-known mafia member going from strangers to being lovers
xxxxx
2:21 AM: fuck sansfuck
2:21 AM: can i callplease pls snas
You waited with baited breath, making sure to go slow – he only lived a few blocks away, and if he decided to pop in, you knew he’d be upset to see you getting so far ahead without him. As is you're pushing it, knowing he hasn’t given you much permission to even this much.
But you don’t care – you continue to finger yourself slowly but deeply, curling your fingers in and pressing against your clit with your thumb, feeling your thighs shake and biting your lip between blunt teeth.
snas
2:21 AM: i don’t think you deserve it, doll
2:21 AM: i bet you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?
2:21 AM: and without permission, too?
2:21 AM: naughty pet
2:22 AM: send me a pic, won’t you?
Fuck. Oh fuck – he knew. Of course he did. When didn’t he? You’re half-convinced he has cameras or something in your apartment, but when you asked that one time, jokingly of course (but actually wanting a serious answer), you’d only gotten a deep laugh as he shook his head and continued to fuck you into the wall.
But him wanting a picture wasn’t too bad. It could be worse. He’s asked for worse – done worse.
xxxx
2:22 AM: off whwta?
You really were horrible at texting with just one hand, but at least this time your reply was quick. Then again, you could feel yourself getting close – toes curling as you tried to stay quiet, panting shallow breaths from a now bleeding lip. But you knew it wasn’t enough. No, you were far spoiled by now.
You needed more – you needed him.
snas
2:23 AM: you’re smart, aren’t you? send me what i want, and i’ll reward you.
2:23 AM: even if you are a slut who can’t follow orders
You groaned out loud at the text, imaging him palming himself through his slacks as he texted you, a familiar blue bulge straining against the fabric. Him, forcing you to your knees with his magic and commanding you to suck him off, him taking solace in your submission and you in his need for only you. Only ever you, as he often was quick to remind.
xxxxx
2:23 AM: hint
That was fair to ask, considering you’re desperately fucking yourself with three fingers now, nowhere deep, fast, or hard enough to get you over the edge, even with your thumb rubbing at your clit in frantic motions. Your legs won’t stop shaking, and it’s getting hard to breathe as you arch your spine and throw your head back, wanting nothing more than for him to be here, with you, now.
snas
2:25 AM: you really must be desperate, huh, kitten?
2:25 AM: alright, i’ll give you a hint
2:25 AM: but if i find out you’ve cum before i let you, i won’t be happy
2:26 AM: [IMAGE.PNG]
The image he sends you is more than you could’ve ever wanted right in this moment, making you moan his name aloud, no longer caring if the thin walls of your apartment did you or your neighbors no justice. He was in his study, sitting in that familiar chair you remember riding him in less than a week ago, slacks unbuttoned and pulled down enough to display a ghostly cobalt cock, an ungloved hand wrapped around it firmly. The familiar, thick length made your inner walls squeeze down as you tried not to cum right then, the feeling of your cunt pressing against your fingers with a new wave of slick driving you insane.
How could he ask you not to cum, and then send that?
The shot was centered directly on his cock, but you could see in the way he took the picture just how riled up he was. The picture showed his dress-shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing pale ivory enamel, sleeves rolled up but also unbuttoned in a familiar lackadaisical manner. He was slumped inward, part of you wishing to see his face in that shot – or, better yet, to with him, face to face, and to watch him come undone.
Knowing that you really couldn’t afford to keep him waiting, you stop fucking yourself long enough to sit up and scoot back against your headboard, that way you can take a better picture that you would just lying down. Pulling your underwear down to your ankles, you put your hand back on your cunt, readying the camera. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you made sure to pinch your clit hard as you re-entered with the same three fingers, twisting enough to make you gasp and arch your body forward, snapping the picture with an audible click.
Keeping the hand on yourself where it was, you sent the picture with a few taps, only for your phone to start crying out a shrill tone. You answer it with a simple swipe and place it beside you, hearing nothing but a huffing growl and shuffling clothes, paired with deep breathing and the sound of Sans touching himself at the thought of you.
“you alone?” His voice is thick with arousal, and you bite your lip as you continue to fuck yourself hard, trying to match the thrusting of your fingers to the lewd sounds of him pumping his cock. You take far too long to answer and he growls into the mic, a sound laced with the threatening static of active magic. “fucking answer me, bitch.”
“ye-e-es.” You were crying, letting your body slide forward to lie back on the bed, on your back.
You were so close.
“good.”
And with that, the static through the mic grew sharp, keening, as the call disconnected. There was a sudden weight on your mattress, and you opened your eyes, seeing nothing but the shape of a monster prowling towards you, sharp teeth bared.
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